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Men healing – Round 2
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Shades of a Man (Podcast)
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Growth takes time!
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Men’s deserve to heal
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- August 20, 2023
Rainbows and Dodge Charger

As I ventured out into the rain, an walk I hadn’t initially wanted to do, I stumbled upon an awe-inspiring,...
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- July 30, 2024
Trust without truth

When I was an emotional and somewhat naïve undergraduate student, I wrote a paper on police brutality and excessive force.,...

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- August 13, 2023
Growing old with Hip Hop
Tainted lens
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Men healing – Round 2

Wakime HauserJune 26, 20253,634 Leave a comment

After last year’s unforgettable experience in Vermont for the first-ever Men’s Health Retreat, I knew this second gathering would be something special. But what I didn’t anticipate was how much deeper it would take root in my soil and…

Shades of a Man (Podcast)

For those who’ve been following my journey, reading my blogs, sharing my words, reflecting…

Growth takes time!

I wasn’t always the man I am today. In fact, for a long time,…

Men’s deserve to heal

It was a cold, rainy Saturday morning, and my schedule was already stacked. But…

50 years deep!

I was driving Uber the other day, heading from Avon down to Foxwoods Casino.…

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Life Style
January 13, 2023

Strike

Do you bowl? I do and it has been a blessing to start bowling again. I bowled here and there with my mother when I was a child. She was an avid bowler and bowled since I could remember. When I was a young man, she gave me her bowling ball. So, I used it every time I went bowling. My mother and I have had a rocky relationship since I was a teenager. I know she loved me and did the best she could with what she had. However, I always expected and wanted more until I did my own reflecting. Several years ago, I lost that bowling ball and not too long after it destroyed my mother and I’s relationship. I did that often so I did not have to face my fears of being hurt again. When I was writing my book, I called my mother crying and she was there for me like she always had been. We think differently, we love differently, and still, I love the hell out of her. I have realized through our relationship that the best love is the free love. Not free in cost but free in the open sense. ,...

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August 27, 2023

Independent Thinker

I was born into a left family, surrounded by the Democratic Party. Without truly understanding their values, I was told the Republican Party was racist, which influenced my support for the Democrats for almost two decades as a young adult. Meeting Republicans made me question my assumptions, realizing I hadn’t truly seen them as individuals. I lacked education about both parties and blindly followed Democratic volunteers’ advice at the voting booth ( they would tell you as you where going to vote to vote rows). The turning point came in 2008 when Obama was elected; I felt disconnected from both parties. I’m not an old school liberal or anti-government; I simply refuse to support what I disagree with based solely on party affiliation. Too much focus lies on parties, not candidates. I believe that if Trump were a Democrat or Biden a Republican, many within those parties would NOT switch allegiances. They would supporT “ THEIR” party! Political parties often overshadow candidate qualities good, bad or indifferent. I’m neither right nor left; I’m ambidextrous politically. My vote hinges on candidates’ intentions and past political practices, though true intentions are elusive. While belonging to a supportive group like a political is,...

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November 20, 2024

Showing up

There’s been a thought circling in my mind this week—showing up. Not just in the gym, not just at family events, but in every corner of life. Showing up is the secret sauce, the unglamorous but essential ingredient to success. Yet let’s be real—some people just don’t get it. They expect you to always be there for them, but when it’s their turn? Crickets. Here’s the thing though—it doesn’t phase me anymore. Why? Because on this journey, I’ve realized there are two types of people: supporters and spectators. And let me tell you, I’m not here for the peanut gallery. Discipline Over Excuses Whether you’re pushing weights or pushing through life’s challenges, discipline is what separates dreamers from doers. We all know the formula: wake up earlier, put in the work, eat right. But knowing won’t transform your life—doing will. That’s the whole idea behind my Instagram series, Discipline Diaries. Every Monday, I drop a reel to remind you that it’s not about intentions; it’s about execution. Your dreams? They’re not waiting for you to feel ready. They’re waiting for you to show up. That’s why, whether it’s our 5-day fitness challenge or the 8-week programs at Workout Harder Fitness,,...

Life Style
December 13, 2022

Read My Life

Read My life “Delivering happiness” “Starts with Why” “This Native son” Or “Black boy” Was an “Outsider” Burning in “Dante’s inferno” He almost became a “Dopefiend” Trying to be “Daddy cool” And Never found his “Black Girl Lost” “Malcolm X” Intensified the hate Realizing He was “Brainwashed” “Jab, Jab Jab, Right Hook” His life felt like he was doing “75 Hard” Now “I know Why the Caged Bird Sings” Establishing “Atomic Habits” Because “Discipline equals Freedom” Life “Can’t Hurt me” “The Power of ONE MORE” Means WE ARE “Never Finished” By Wakime Sharri Hauser Work Cited

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May 8, 2023

HAM AVE

About a decade ago while visiting my older sister in Greenwich Ct, I took her daughter to the basketball court that I grew up playing at. In my opinion from 1989-1993 that was my court. I did not own the court, however I was the baller that you had to earn respect from. The court and area was so different. It was much nicer. It had nice clear backboards and break away rims. It also had two hoops and not four like the Ham ave court I grew up playing on. It was nice to shoot on the new court however I could not keep the visions of the old court and moments that took place there. I mean from games such as butts up, stick ball, kickball, basketball, football, and tag to the after school fights. Not to mention riding bikes down the steps and skateboarding. Ham ave was my home away from home. It was not only the place where I went to elementary school, it was the place where I groomed my basketball game and the place where I met my older son’s mother. When I was in fifth grade Ham ave was the all in one,...

Men healing – Round 2
- June 26, 2025
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Shades of a Man (Podcast)
- May 30, 2025
Growth takes time!
- May 14, 2025
Men’s deserve to heal
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